Inhibitions
Fandom: KAT-TUN
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: pwp-ish
Rating: R, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Dedication: spurious
Jin pushes open the door and goes inside the dimly-lit room as quietly as he can. He glances over at the beds in the room, settling his backpack on the floor and blinks in surprise when he sees that both the beds are still unoccupied.
That’s weird, Jin thinks. Kame had turned in more than an hour ago; while Jin himself had to stay back until he got all the order of the dance steps right. He turns his head around, glancing around the room until his gaze settles on the low recliner propped up next to the single window. He can just make out the crossed legs on the front of the seat. He pauses, unsure of whether his band mate is awake or asleep.
"You took a while."
Jin almost jumps when the quiet voice cuts through the stillness of the room, then smiles sheepishly as he rubs his head. "Yeah, I just couldn't seem to get the steps right today, sorry.” He pauses. “You didn't need to wait up, though."
"I didn't."
Jin blinks at the dark figure on the chair. "What?"
"I didn't wait up. Just couldn't seem to sleep."
"Oh." Jin can just make out the outline of an arm settling something on the small table nearby. He stares as the pale moonlight reflects off translucent, smooth surfaces. A wineglass.
"Um." He swallows, uncertain of why he is so unsettled. His eyes follow the arm as it withdraws.
It’s the quiet, he decides. Kame is never this quiet. Not even when they had been trying to ignore each other; a state of affairs that had lasted for quite a while. But all in all, Jin is glad that they had made up, though they were still not as close as they had been before.
Kame watches him more these days, silently, not even reprimanding him on any mistakes, which kinda throws Jin for a loop. Its not like he can complain about Kame not correcting him on his mistakes, though, so he mostly just lets it be.
Jin stares at the window, noting how bright the moon looks and worries his lower lip absently. "Aren't you tired?" he asks, squinting into the darkness, wishing that Kame was the one bathed by the moonlight instead of himself.
"...Not particularly."
Jin nods a bit, his gaze once more on the hand that is curled around the wineglass, tapping lightly at it.
"Are you?"
Jin feels his heart inexplicably speeding up at the question. He cannot seem to stop himself from staring at Kame's fingers; which has now trailed up the glass and was leisurely circling the rim.
"Just a bit,” he manages to reply.
"That's good, then," Kame says, cocking his head to the side and taking another sip from his glass.
Jin frowns, annoyed at himself. Kame is probably just tired out, that’s all. Jin figures that he should stop being stupid and go to bed already, it was just Kame. He shakes his head slightly to clear his head of any more strange thoughts and looks up, intending to retire for the night.
"So I'll just go and-"
"No."
Jin stops speaking at the interruption, gaping slightly. "What?"
Kame makes no move to elaborate and just curls his fingers around the stem of the wineglass, picking it up. Jin's eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to see the pale light reflecting off the dark surface of the wine and illuminating Kame's glittering eyes. Jin's eyes widens at the expression he sees in them.
"Kame, what..." he begins, starting to step forward; unsure of what he is going to say and blinking when he is cut off a second time.
"Stop."
Jin freezes, the hair on his neck standing up at the sharp command.
"Don't come any closer."
Jin licks his lips nervously. This was all so... so... "Kame?" he asks, uncertain, shifting from one leg to the other uneasily. "What... is it? Is something wrong?"
He stills at Kame's soft laugh and shivers a little, a draft from the open window passing over his skin, raising goose bumps. When a long moment has gone by with no response, Jin grows impatient. He has just opened his mouth to snap at Kame to stop being so weird and go to bed already when Kame finally speaks.
"You want me, don't you, Jin?"
Jin's heart skips a beat at the invitation lacing the muted voice. He gapes. "What the hell sort of question is that?!" he splutters.
"A simple one," Kame murmurs, not taking his eyes off Jin.
Jin shakes his head in frustration. Ever since they'd made up (somewhat) after their huge fight; they'd been almost tip-toeing around each other, afraid to say anything, do anything that might break the fragile relationship they had. He'd noticed Kame looking at him the past month, and especially the past week, more so today, but he hadn't expected anything like this.
"Kame,” he says, bewilderment apparent in his voice. “You can't just--"
"Yes or no, Jin?" Kame repeats, still sipping from the glass, unnerving eyes fixed on Jin. His piercing gaze rakes up and down Jin's body, and Jin’s body burns hot.
He bites his lip and takes a deep breath; both to calm himself and to think about his answer before he finally allows himself to whisper out his reply. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
Jin lets out a shuddery breath at Kame's persistence.
"Yes, I...I want you, Kame," he whispers, flushing red as the words leave him.
"Hmm."
Jin fidgets under the weight of Kame's considering stare. "What is--"
"I want to fuck you, Jin."
Jin's breath whooshes out of him at the calm, almost unemotional statement. He swallows hard as he feels his body reacting to the almost impassive words. He licks his lips, blood rushing to his cheeks.
"I want to fuck you so hard you won't feel like moving for a week,” Kame continues, and Jin’s eyes slide shut, his lips parting on a gasp.
“I want to see you spread out beneath me, begging me to thrust deeper inside you, to fuck you harder.” Kame tilts his head forward, his eyes glinting. “I want you moaning and whimpering under me, begging me to let you come, screaming when I finally let you."
Jin's breath stops in his throat at Kame's words, the voice light and tone conversational and fails to suppress a shudder at the vivid images his brain helpfully supplies him with. Jin gazes in disbelief at Kame's outline, even as the other boy picks up the glass from the table and sips unhurriedly.
Jin has to clear his throat to speak because his vocal cords do not seem to co-operate with him on his first try. "K - Kame, I --"
"You want me, don't you, Jin?"
Jin closes his eyes at the familiar question, his hands fisting at his sides and his head tilting forward to allow his hair to fall over his eyes. "Y - yes," he whispers at last, biting the inside of his cheek to avoid gasping it out.
"What was that?"
Jin swallows and looks at Kame through the fall of his hair, biting at his lower lip. "I, I said that I want you," he repeats, louder, before dropping his eyes and lowering his voice to a whisper. "I want you, Kame."
Jin stands still, even as he hears the soft clink of the glass being set on the table. He can almost see Kame folding his hands in front of his chest, leaning back against the recliner.
"Strip."
Jin draws in a ragged breath at the soft command and waits a moment to compose himself before he raises his hands to fumble with his jacket. It seems to take an unreasonably long time before he pops all the buttons and draws down the zipper, slowly peeling the jacket off. He throws it to the side and peeks at Kame, now clad only in his t-shirt and jeans.
"Go on,” Kame murmurs. “The top first."
Jin nods shakily and takes off the sleeveless top, thanking God that he hadn't put on a shirt that day. His fingers would never have been able to handle all the buttons.
There is no response from the other boy, so Jin starts on his belt, shivering as the night air breezes into the room and over his chest, making his nipples contract from the cold.
Jin bites down on his lips and looks over at the dark figure in the corner after he has unbuttoned his jeans, and only pulls down the zipper at the soft sound of agreement that comes from Kame. Jin steps out of his jeans and stands still, every line of his body bathed by the silvery light of the moon.
Jin feels like his whole body is on fire when Kame's searing glance moves down from Jin's head to his feet and back up again, lingering at his arousal.
"Touch yourself."
Jin's cheeks flood with colour as he heard the calm words. "You- you mean…"
"I want to see, Jin." Kame's voice holds an edge of desire that Jin finds unable to resist. He shudders and licks his lips nervously, uncurling his clenched fists and hesitantly trailing his hand up his thigh. His skin feels hypersensitive and he lets out a gasp when his fingers pull at the cool metal on his bellybutton.
Jin can almost feel Kame's unblinking gaze on him like a physical touch, and it makes him feel awkward and embarrassed, to be standing in front of the other boy, naked and shameless like this. But he would be lying if he doesn’t also admit that it makes him feel bold as well. Daring and seductive and the tiniest bit of a tease.
He closes his eyes as his fingers circle his nipples, first one, then the other and catches his lower lip between his teeth when he rubs his palm back and forth over the small nub. He unconsciously throws his head back a little and moans when he brings the tips of his fingers to flutter over his neck and sensitive collarbones.
Jin bites his lip hard as his fingers slowly creep down past his stomach, and sneaks a glance at Kame when his hand strays dangerously close to his arousal. He lets out a little breath at the slow nod and slowly trails his fingers up and down his length, torturing himself with light touches until he shudders and wraps his hand over himself firmly, his eyes opening and staring right at Kame.
Jin fights to keep his eyes from fluttering shut as his hand works faster, wanting to witness all of Kame's reactions. He wants to see every sigh, every breath, every little glance.
He is almost at the edge and his breath is coming in short gasps, one hand coming up his chest to pinch hard at his nipples while he strokes himself. His vision turns almost cloudy, his harsh gasps sounding loud in the utter stillness of the room.
He’s almost there, he realizes, and clamps his lips shut to keep in his moans. Just a little bit more and he can-
“Stop.”
Jin almost breaks down when the sharp command reaches his ears and seriously considers begging at this point. But one incredulous look at Kame and he knows that all that would accomplish was him losing his dignity in front of Kame. More than he is sure that he’s probably about to lose, anyway.
He grits his teeth and draws in a deep breath, clenching his hands by his side and waits, his breathing erratic. Kame doesn’t disappoint.
"Come here," he murmurs, his voice low, eyes scorching in its intensity.
Jin steps slowly towards Kame; moving closer and stopping when he reaches the crossed legs. It is easier to see Kame from this distance, he discovers. He watches as Kame sips the wine, his lips seeming to retain some of the sparkly liquid even when he removes the glass from his mouth. Jin licks his own lips unconsciously, his eyes lingering on Kame’s.
He waits, but Kame doesn’t say anything else, so he takes the initiative. He moves to let his knees rest on either side of Kame’s legs and leans forward till he is crouched on his hands and knees on the recliner at Kame’s feet.
Kame doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything, just looks at him and the need he sees in those eyes is more than enough for Jin to continue with what he is doing.
He bends his head down, still keeping his eyes on Kame and brushes his lips against Kame’s leg, parting his lips and flicking the thin fabric of his pants with his tongue. Kame’s hand clenches around the wineglass, but he himself doesn’t seem to notice, his entire focus completely on Jin, who is now moving slowly up, pressing damp kisses to Kame’s legs as he does.
Jin exhales when he finally reaches Kame’s belt, and tugs on it with his teeth before he starts unbuckling. He is distracted when Kame’s t-shirt rides up, exposing a thin line of skin above his pants and Jin cannot resist leaning forward and licking at it, tasting it. He can feel Kame’s breath hitching at his actions and smiles, and drags his tongue over the smooth skin while he undoes the top button. He scrapes his lips down, feeling the cold metal of the zipper against his lips and closes his mouth around it, pulling it down slowly, gradually.
Jin can feel Kame moan a little when he spreads his palms on either thigh and presses moist kisses to the cloth-covered bulge between Kame’s legs, and the vibration of Kame’s body sends an electric pulse through his own. He gasps once, then pushes his shaking hands on the band of Kame’s underwear and yanks it down, exposing his erection.
He closes his eyes, the familiar scent invading his senses, and cannot stop himself from nuzzling between Kame’s legs, sharp anticipation coursing through him. Jin opens his eyes when he feels a hand tangling in his hair, looks up, and stops breathing.
Kame is looking at him in the way that Jin had thought he never would again, desire and want and need and desperation swirling in those dark eyes, and Jin has to forcefully remind himself to breathe slowly, in and out. They just stare at each other, searching each other’s faces, delving into each other’s eyes for what feels like forever before Kame pushes both hands into Jin’s hair and pulls his head down.
---
Jin gasps out loud, his hands helplessly fisting the coarse material of the recliner, and tries desperately to bring his breathing back under control. But that feels like the last thing he needs to focus on, especially when Kame is pushing slowly into him from behind, stroking that spot inside of him, making his vision flash blinding white with every thrust, every stroke.
Just when Jin thinks he is about to explode from the heat, from the pleasure, and is about a second away from completely losing it and begging Kame to go faster, a hand goes around him and reaches between his legs.
Jin’s back arches when he feels the first slow tug on his cock, and cannot restrain himself from emitting a keening wail. His head is instantly pushed down, his face pressed against the cushions of the recliner and Jin has to tilt his head under the forceful grip to the side because he cannot breathe.
The hand closes tightly around him, moves faster, matching the rhythm Kame sets inside him and Jin clenches his fists and arches back, meeting Kame thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. Jin can feel Kame’s harsh breaths next to his ear, can feel his sweat dripping down his skin. He feels Kame’s hair brushing against Jin’s neck, his hands all over Jin and then there are teeth biting down on his shoulder hard and Jin cries out, his vision blanking white. He comes hard, his back arching impossibly, mouth open in a frozen scream, and only vaguely registers the warm wetness pulsing inside of him.
Jin tumbles down after what seems like an eternity, gasping and shuddering from the force of his orgasm and groans when Kame flops heavily over him, his hands going around Jin’s waist to stop himself from slipping to the floor.
They lie there, panting and breathless, until Jin pulls up the last reserves of his strength and turns around, tugging Kame up till Kame is loosely straddling Jin, hands clutching Jin’s back, head buried in his neck.
Jin tugs on Kame’s hair weakly, his other arm going around Kame’s waist but does not know what to say when Kame lifts his head and looks at him. Jin opens his mouth to speak, but doesn’t even know where to start. They stare at each other for a long moment before Kame leans forward and presses his lips over Jin’s.
Jin freezes at the action, at the simple act that was so frequent and common once before, but now something that he hasn’t experienced for a long time. It’s been so long that it feels strange, feels alien and he doesn’t quite know what to do at first. Then Kame parts his lips and runs his tongue softly over Jin’s and it’s such a familiar action, something that they’ve done hundreds of times before, and it’s Kame, and Jin finds himself parting his own lips in response and melting into the kiss.
They kiss for a long time, lips and tongues stroking and nibbling at each other, relearning old likes, getting used to older, matured features and when they finally break apart, they are both smiling, and Jin thinks that this is good, this is right, and he doesn’t need to worry, not really, because they’ll be alright, somehow.
In the end, they’ll always be alright.
---End.
Characters: Kame, Jin
Pairings: Akame
Genre: pwp-ish
Rating: R, yaoi, rps
Status: Complete
Dedication: spurious
Jin pushes open the door and goes inside the dimly-lit room as quietly as he can. He glances over at the beds in the room, settling his backpack on the floor and blinks in surprise when he sees that both the beds are still unoccupied.
That’s weird, Jin thinks. Kame had turned in more than an hour ago; while Jin himself had to stay back until he got all the order of the dance steps right. He turns his head around, glancing around the room until his gaze settles on the low recliner propped up next to the single window. He can just make out the crossed legs on the front of the seat. He pauses, unsure of whether his band mate is awake or asleep.
"You took a while."
Jin almost jumps when the quiet voice cuts through the stillness of the room, then smiles sheepishly as he rubs his head. "Yeah, I just couldn't seem to get the steps right today, sorry.” He pauses. “You didn't need to wait up, though."
"I didn't."
Jin blinks at the dark figure on the chair. "What?"
"I didn't wait up. Just couldn't seem to sleep."
"Oh." Jin can just make out the outline of an arm settling something on the small table nearby. He stares as the pale moonlight reflects off translucent, smooth surfaces. A wineglass.
"Um." He swallows, uncertain of why he is so unsettled. His eyes follow the arm as it withdraws.
It’s the quiet, he decides. Kame is never this quiet. Not even when they had been trying to ignore each other; a state of affairs that had lasted for quite a while. But all in all, Jin is glad that they had made up, though they were still not as close as they had been before.
Kame watches him more these days, silently, not even reprimanding him on any mistakes, which kinda throws Jin for a loop. Its not like he can complain about Kame not correcting him on his mistakes, though, so he mostly just lets it be.
Jin stares at the window, noting how bright the moon looks and worries his lower lip absently. "Aren't you tired?" he asks, squinting into the darkness, wishing that Kame was the one bathed by the moonlight instead of himself.
"...Not particularly."
Jin nods a bit, his gaze once more on the hand that is curled around the wineglass, tapping lightly at it.
"Are you?"
Jin feels his heart inexplicably speeding up at the question. He cannot seem to stop himself from staring at Kame's fingers; which has now trailed up the glass and was leisurely circling the rim.
"Just a bit,” he manages to reply.
"That's good, then," Kame says, cocking his head to the side and taking another sip from his glass.
Jin frowns, annoyed at himself. Kame is probably just tired out, that’s all. Jin figures that he should stop being stupid and go to bed already, it was just Kame. He shakes his head slightly to clear his head of any more strange thoughts and looks up, intending to retire for the night.
"So I'll just go and-"
"No."
Jin stops speaking at the interruption, gaping slightly. "What?"
Kame makes no move to elaborate and just curls his fingers around the stem of the wineglass, picking it up. Jin's eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to see the pale light reflecting off the dark surface of the wine and illuminating Kame's glittering eyes. Jin's eyes widens at the expression he sees in them.
"Kame, what..." he begins, starting to step forward; unsure of what he is going to say and blinking when he is cut off a second time.
"Stop."
Jin freezes, the hair on his neck standing up at the sharp command.
"Don't come any closer."
Jin licks his lips nervously. This was all so... so... "Kame?" he asks, uncertain, shifting from one leg to the other uneasily. "What... is it? Is something wrong?"
He stills at Kame's soft laugh and shivers a little, a draft from the open window passing over his skin, raising goose bumps. When a long moment has gone by with no response, Jin grows impatient. He has just opened his mouth to snap at Kame to stop being so weird and go to bed already when Kame finally speaks.
"You want me, don't you, Jin?"
Jin's heart skips a beat at the invitation lacing the muted voice. He gapes. "What the hell sort of question is that?!" he splutters.
"A simple one," Kame murmurs, not taking his eyes off Jin.
Jin shakes his head in frustration. Ever since they'd made up (somewhat) after their huge fight; they'd been almost tip-toeing around each other, afraid to say anything, do anything that might break the fragile relationship they had. He'd noticed Kame looking at him the past month, and especially the past week, more so today, but he hadn't expected anything like this.
"Kame,” he says, bewilderment apparent in his voice. “You can't just--"
"Yes or no, Jin?" Kame repeats, still sipping from the glass, unnerving eyes fixed on Jin. His piercing gaze rakes up and down Jin's body, and Jin’s body burns hot.
He bites his lip and takes a deep breath; both to calm himself and to think about his answer before he finally allows himself to whisper out his reply. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
Jin lets out a shuddery breath at Kame's persistence.
"Yes, I...I want you, Kame," he whispers, flushing red as the words leave him.
"Hmm."
Jin fidgets under the weight of Kame's considering stare. "What is--"
"I want to fuck you, Jin."
Jin's breath whooshes out of him at the calm, almost unemotional statement. He swallows hard as he feels his body reacting to the almost impassive words. He licks his lips, blood rushing to his cheeks.
"I want to fuck you so hard you won't feel like moving for a week,” Kame continues, and Jin’s eyes slide shut, his lips parting on a gasp.
“I want to see you spread out beneath me, begging me to thrust deeper inside you, to fuck you harder.” Kame tilts his head forward, his eyes glinting. “I want you moaning and whimpering under me, begging me to let you come, screaming when I finally let you."
Jin's breath stops in his throat at Kame's words, the voice light and tone conversational and fails to suppress a shudder at the vivid images his brain helpfully supplies him with. Jin gazes in disbelief at Kame's outline, even as the other boy picks up the glass from the table and sips unhurriedly.
Jin has to clear his throat to speak because his vocal cords do not seem to co-operate with him on his first try. "K - Kame, I --"
"You want me, don't you, Jin?"
Jin closes his eyes at the familiar question, his hands fisting at his sides and his head tilting forward to allow his hair to fall over his eyes. "Y - yes," he whispers at last, biting the inside of his cheek to avoid gasping it out.
"What was that?"
Jin swallows and looks at Kame through the fall of his hair, biting at his lower lip. "I, I said that I want you," he repeats, louder, before dropping his eyes and lowering his voice to a whisper. "I want you, Kame."
Jin stands still, even as he hears the soft clink of the glass being set on the table. He can almost see Kame folding his hands in front of his chest, leaning back against the recliner.
"Strip."
Jin draws in a ragged breath at the soft command and waits a moment to compose himself before he raises his hands to fumble with his jacket. It seems to take an unreasonably long time before he pops all the buttons and draws down the zipper, slowly peeling the jacket off. He throws it to the side and peeks at Kame, now clad only in his t-shirt and jeans.
"Go on,” Kame murmurs. “The top first."
Jin nods shakily and takes off the sleeveless top, thanking God that he hadn't put on a shirt that day. His fingers would never have been able to handle all the buttons.
There is no response from the other boy, so Jin starts on his belt, shivering as the night air breezes into the room and over his chest, making his nipples contract from the cold.
Jin bites down on his lips and looks over at the dark figure in the corner after he has unbuttoned his jeans, and only pulls down the zipper at the soft sound of agreement that comes from Kame. Jin steps out of his jeans and stands still, every line of his body bathed by the silvery light of the moon.
Jin feels like his whole body is on fire when Kame's searing glance moves down from Jin's head to his feet and back up again, lingering at his arousal.
"Touch yourself."
Jin's cheeks flood with colour as he heard the calm words. "You- you mean…"
"I want to see, Jin." Kame's voice holds an edge of desire that Jin finds unable to resist. He shudders and licks his lips nervously, uncurling his clenched fists and hesitantly trailing his hand up his thigh. His skin feels hypersensitive and he lets out a gasp when his fingers pull at the cool metal on his bellybutton.
Jin can almost feel Kame's unblinking gaze on him like a physical touch, and it makes him feel awkward and embarrassed, to be standing in front of the other boy, naked and shameless like this. But he would be lying if he doesn’t also admit that it makes him feel bold as well. Daring and seductive and the tiniest bit of a tease.
He closes his eyes as his fingers circle his nipples, first one, then the other and catches his lower lip between his teeth when he rubs his palm back and forth over the small nub. He unconsciously throws his head back a little and moans when he brings the tips of his fingers to flutter over his neck and sensitive collarbones.
Jin bites his lip hard as his fingers slowly creep down past his stomach, and sneaks a glance at Kame when his hand strays dangerously close to his arousal. He lets out a little breath at the slow nod and slowly trails his fingers up and down his length, torturing himself with light touches until he shudders and wraps his hand over himself firmly, his eyes opening and staring right at Kame.
Jin fights to keep his eyes from fluttering shut as his hand works faster, wanting to witness all of Kame's reactions. He wants to see every sigh, every breath, every little glance.
He is almost at the edge and his breath is coming in short gasps, one hand coming up his chest to pinch hard at his nipples while he strokes himself. His vision turns almost cloudy, his harsh gasps sounding loud in the utter stillness of the room.
He’s almost there, he realizes, and clamps his lips shut to keep in his moans. Just a little bit more and he can-
“Stop.”
Jin almost breaks down when the sharp command reaches his ears and seriously considers begging at this point. But one incredulous look at Kame and he knows that all that would accomplish was him losing his dignity in front of Kame. More than he is sure that he’s probably about to lose, anyway.
He grits his teeth and draws in a deep breath, clenching his hands by his side and waits, his breathing erratic. Kame doesn’t disappoint.
"Come here," he murmurs, his voice low, eyes scorching in its intensity.
Jin steps slowly towards Kame; moving closer and stopping when he reaches the crossed legs. It is easier to see Kame from this distance, he discovers. He watches as Kame sips the wine, his lips seeming to retain some of the sparkly liquid even when he removes the glass from his mouth. Jin licks his own lips unconsciously, his eyes lingering on Kame’s.
He waits, but Kame doesn’t say anything else, so he takes the initiative. He moves to let his knees rest on either side of Kame’s legs and leans forward till he is crouched on his hands and knees on the recliner at Kame’s feet.
Kame doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything, just looks at him and the need he sees in those eyes is more than enough for Jin to continue with what he is doing.
He bends his head down, still keeping his eyes on Kame and brushes his lips against Kame’s leg, parting his lips and flicking the thin fabric of his pants with his tongue. Kame’s hand clenches around the wineglass, but he himself doesn’t seem to notice, his entire focus completely on Jin, who is now moving slowly up, pressing damp kisses to Kame’s legs as he does.
Jin exhales when he finally reaches Kame’s belt, and tugs on it with his teeth before he starts unbuckling. He is distracted when Kame’s t-shirt rides up, exposing a thin line of skin above his pants and Jin cannot resist leaning forward and licking at it, tasting it. He can feel Kame’s breath hitching at his actions and smiles, and drags his tongue over the smooth skin while he undoes the top button. He scrapes his lips down, feeling the cold metal of the zipper against his lips and closes his mouth around it, pulling it down slowly, gradually.
Jin can feel Kame moan a little when he spreads his palms on either thigh and presses moist kisses to the cloth-covered bulge between Kame’s legs, and the vibration of Kame’s body sends an electric pulse through his own. He gasps once, then pushes his shaking hands on the band of Kame’s underwear and yanks it down, exposing his erection.
He closes his eyes, the familiar scent invading his senses, and cannot stop himself from nuzzling between Kame’s legs, sharp anticipation coursing through him. Jin opens his eyes when he feels a hand tangling in his hair, looks up, and stops breathing.
Kame is looking at him in the way that Jin had thought he never would again, desire and want and need and desperation swirling in those dark eyes, and Jin has to forcefully remind himself to breathe slowly, in and out. They just stare at each other, searching each other’s faces, delving into each other’s eyes for what feels like forever before Kame pushes both hands into Jin’s hair and pulls his head down.
---
Jin gasps out loud, his hands helplessly fisting the coarse material of the recliner, and tries desperately to bring his breathing back under control. But that feels like the last thing he needs to focus on, especially when Kame is pushing slowly into him from behind, stroking that spot inside of him, making his vision flash blinding white with every thrust, every stroke.
Just when Jin thinks he is about to explode from the heat, from the pleasure, and is about a second away from completely losing it and begging Kame to go faster, a hand goes around him and reaches between his legs.
Jin’s back arches when he feels the first slow tug on his cock, and cannot restrain himself from emitting a keening wail. His head is instantly pushed down, his face pressed against the cushions of the recliner and Jin has to tilt his head under the forceful grip to the side because he cannot breathe.
The hand closes tightly around him, moves faster, matching the rhythm Kame sets inside him and Jin clenches his fists and arches back, meeting Kame thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke. Jin can feel Kame’s harsh breaths next to his ear, can feel his sweat dripping down his skin. He feels Kame’s hair brushing against Jin’s neck, his hands all over Jin and then there are teeth biting down on his shoulder hard and Jin cries out, his vision blanking white. He comes hard, his back arching impossibly, mouth open in a frozen scream, and only vaguely registers the warm wetness pulsing inside of him.
Jin tumbles down after what seems like an eternity, gasping and shuddering from the force of his orgasm and groans when Kame flops heavily over him, his hands going around Jin’s waist to stop himself from slipping to the floor.
They lie there, panting and breathless, until Jin pulls up the last reserves of his strength and turns around, tugging Kame up till Kame is loosely straddling Jin, hands clutching Jin’s back, head buried in his neck.
Jin tugs on Kame’s hair weakly, his other arm going around Kame’s waist but does not know what to say when Kame lifts his head and looks at him. Jin opens his mouth to speak, but doesn’t even know where to start. They stare at each other for a long moment before Kame leans forward and presses his lips over Jin’s.
Jin freezes at the action, at the simple act that was so frequent and common once before, but now something that he hasn’t experienced for a long time. It’s been so long that it feels strange, feels alien and he doesn’t quite know what to do at first. Then Kame parts his lips and runs his tongue softly over Jin’s and it’s such a familiar action, something that they’ve done hundreds of times before, and it’s Kame, and Jin finds himself parting his own lips in response and melting into the kiss.
They kiss for a long time, lips and tongues stroking and nibbling at each other, relearning old likes, getting used to older, matured features and when they finally break apart, they are both smiling, and Jin thinks that this is good, this is right, and he doesn’t need to worry, not really, because they’ll be alright, somehow.
In the end, they’ll always be alright.
---End.